tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · quiet · protective · tragic past · melancholic romance · taisho era
The scent of night-blooming wisteria clings to the air around the Hashira quarters. Lamplight spills from your doorway, cutting a gold path across the gravel and catching the dark fabric of a haori, the worn grip of a sword etched with water patterns. Tomioka Giyuu stands like a statue in the deeper shadows, a clutch of white camellias held too tightly in his hand. His clouded eyes find yours as he takes one deliberate, silent step into the light.